The Quiet Earth

 
Will the world hoist high
Its shredded banners?
Raised proudly to waft
In the foul gusts of war
Once again

For our corners of home
For the gallant forebears
That stormed sure and bold

Carnage prevails
Time after time
And no one dares recall
Never sparing a second of remorse

When the winds howl
In the final uprooting
Will clarity taunt
Our fleeting cries?

A quieter earth shall turn
In spite of
The many that were